Cora glanced back at Esme—still touching herself, soft moans escaping—then leaned down, taking my cock into her mouth.
She sucked slow at first, tongue swirling the head, hand pumping the base. The warmth, the wetness—it was perfect.
"Fuck, Cora…" I whispered, hand resting on her head. "Just like that."
She moaned around me, taking me deeper, cheeks hollowing. Esme's moans grew a little louder from the couch, syncing with Cora's rhythm.
"You're getting so good at this," I murmured, thrusting gently into her mouth. "Love how you swallow me… love knowing your sister's watching you suck my cock."
Cora pulled off just enough to whisper, "She's… busy…" before taking me deep again.
I glanced back—Esme's fingers moving faster, eyes half-closed, a wet patch forming on her hotpants.
"Come on," I said, voice rough. "Take it deeper."
Cora looked up at me with that creepy, hungry smile. "Push my head," she whispered. "Make me fucking choke on it."
